tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380839830287420877.post6069516655368894347..comments2024-03-26T07:29:36.610-07:00Comments on VE7SL - Steve - Amateur Radio Blog: Saturday Morning On Radio RowSteve McDonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229640265009249231noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380839830287420877.post-46514681199110142842017-07-04T08:53:24.142-07:002017-07-04T08:53:24.142-07:00Hey Mark and thanks for your comments! We no doubt...Hey Mark and thanks for your comments! We no doubt crossed-paths unknowingly back in the 60's perhaps. I don't have any photos of the Ham Shack but I think I have an ad in the old <b>Canadian Amateur</b> magazine with a picture of their front window...if I recall, it had one of those Trio (now Kenwood) S-38 look-alikes sitting front and center. It was a horribly seedy old place as were most of the guys that hung there. The owner was Reg. My last stop on the way back up Granville to the library was <b>Ted Fraser's Book Bin</b> where I would grab a few CQs or old Hugo Gernsback magazines for 25 cents each. There always seemed to be a fresh supply of second-hand radio mags there. Saturday mornings were the best :-))) <br />Steve McDonaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06229640265009249231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380839830287420877.post-52687666983837847582017-07-03T20:53:26.607-07:002017-07-03T20:53:26.607-07:00Do you have any photos of the Ham Shack? I'd ...Do you have any photos of the Ham Shack? I'd love to have a copy. I used to go there in the early 1960s. The old guy who ran the place was gruff but he had a soft spot for stupid kids like me. All I remember of the place is that the shelves were stuffed with equipment that was stacked so high that it eventually disappeared into darkness. Behind the counter the wall was crowded with little boxes of goodies like transistors and tubes. Outside on the street the neighboring shops were "ladies and escorts" pubs, and the denizens were homeless drunks and even scarier types, but I loved that block of Granville Street. There was a used paperback bookshop with zillions of ACE double SF novels. It was my last stop (after visiting the library) before crossing the Granville bridge on my way home.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03767020284122854566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380839830287420877.post-82900630586540207432016-03-20T19:19:27.154-07:002016-03-20T19:19:27.154-07:00Yes ... I remember 'The Ham Shack' well......Yes ... I remember 'The Ham Shack' well...it was the last one right at the end of Granville before the bridge...very seedy but always interesting. Steve McDonaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06229640265009249231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380839830287420877.post-38915602720943388972016-03-20T16:16:33.993-07:002016-03-20T16:16:33.993-07:00Radio row for me in the 1950's was as you ment...Radio row for me in the 1950's was as you mentioned the<br />Granville street area. The Ham Shack, I think it was called,<br />got my first hand key there before I even learned the radio morse code.<br /><br />I used to browse through second hand shops on Main street<br />also and found the odd radio goodie there. Like my first<br />set of real headphones "Brandies Superior" 2000 ohm for<br />twenty five cents, and my first vibroplex blue racer<br />speed key for four dollars.<br /><br />Johnnoreply@blogger.com